This is set in the Steam Era of my Reiassan setting, with new characters.
The Icon (in DW) is of another character in that setting/era, an artificer/Engineer, Diryid.
“It’s not the way things have been done.” Lebboozh stared at the engineers and workmen standing at the edge of his goat-field. “Barges and carts, Tinryo, those gave my father business, and his mother, and her father, back as long as there have been people on this mountain.”
“It’s the end of an era, Leb, that’s all it is.” The wagon-maker patted his shoulder. “It happens, you know. Remember your father when they made the new goat-harnesses?”
“That’s different.” Lebboozh grumbled because he did not want to think about his father’s face, all those years ago – either when he’d first seen the new harnesses that balanced the load more efficiently, or when he’d seen how much happier the goats were in the new gizmos.
He did not want to think about what Tinryo’s father had said then, either.
Remember what your mother said, when they started to put springs in the wagons?
“It’s the end of an era,” he muttered. “Let’s see where they’ll fit the goats in to it, why don’t we?”
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